A Callback

Miss Sunshine · Sugary Sweet Healer

A Callback

Fires Rebirth · Tainted Flames

( From here: http://www.activeboard.com/forum.spark?forumID=103649&p=3&topicID=22102053 )

After leaving the message for Nori he clicked off the phone and went back to the repetative pacing he'd been doing. Fingers pushed into his pocket to retreive another of those Lucky Strikes from the pack. The fresh cigarette was pressed between dry lips and he lit it off the end of the last one he had smoked. Somewhere there was a land fill with his DNA traces all over it. Trail of smoke followed him as he moved along the sidewalk outside the unmarked building that housed the new Humans First offices. Moving to press his back against the brick wall he slid down until he was sitting on the cool concrete, the ripped knees of his jeans a perfect resting spot for his arms so he could lower his head and rest his eyes a moment.

The cigarette burned itself between his lips as his head reclined forward, and he breathed in the acrid smoke through his nostrils. It burned, but he didn't mind. In that quiet moment he felt something building, some feeling inside him like something was coming. Slowly he lifted his head, eyes squinting in the glare of the sun on clean concrete. A tickling feeling started at the base of his spine and traveled up to his neck. It was like something was coming towards him, but he couldn't see it with his eyes.

When the phone went off in his pocket it startled him, and in his hyper-tense state he jumped a bit. This is it. Probably just Nori calling back, so he pulled the slim phone from the pocket of his jeans. No, you boob, it's not Nori! It's her. Some part of him knew, but he wasn't listening. Even the ring tone sounded impossibly different as it cleared his pocket and the sound got louder. Without looking at the display screen he flipped the phone open, silencing the song that had been playing. Between shoulder and ear he cradled the phone, as fingers plucked the cigarette from his mouth and flicked off the long funnel of ash.

"Hello."

There was a long pause on the other end, and it filled his chest with some ominous tidings. It was her. I told you. Even though the girl on the other end hadn't said anything yet, it was like he could feel her. She filled him up in some way he couldn't put into words.

"Hi. "

He said it again, but this time it wasn't the distracted hello of a person answering their phone. He said it like she had already responded warmly. When she finally did speak he felt sure she would know who he was without him having to explain. Though how he knew that he couldn't figure. The sound of her voice was as familiar to him as his own, like he'd heard it in his dreams his whole life. Buried deep inside his chest he felt a warmth suffusing him, something that touched each nerve ending, each bit of skin, and spread to the air around him. A warm tingling sense of peace and belonging. It was something he hadn't felt since childhood at his mothers knee.

"Can I see you? We can do whatever you want."

Somehow he knew what she would want to do, and in that moment all he wanted was whatever she wanted. It was like any individuality on his part didn't matter. He wanted her happy, and safe, and protected. What he didn't know, couldn't possibly know, was that this was something beyond his control. He wasn't choosing to protect her, he was being called to do it. That part of him that was more than human, the part that was created in the Egyptian Sands was calling to its mark. Lyliana was as much a part of him now as anyone could be. He would be whatever she needed him to be, and near her he would be helpless to do anything she wished. He was suddenly cast in the role of Fairy God Father without even knowing why. But just at that moment, with her voice like spun sugar on the other end of the phone line he didn't question it. Didn't rail against destiny. There would be plenty of time for that later.

-- Edited by Fires Rebirth at 13:10, 2008-11-06

Miss Sunshine · Sugary Sweet Healer

The very second he said 'hi', Lyliyana instantly knew who it was in a way that she just would not be able to explain. After all the things and thoughts she'd seen and read in others minds, supernaturals and paranormals alike, she still was inadequately armed with the proper knowledge to understand. And maybe she would never understand, and it was something she was really quite content to never understand, if it came to that. All that mattered was that it was.

He posed his question, and it took her a bit off guard, not expecting it to sound so urgent. But it did, and she understood that too, and was glad it was so. For she wanted to see him as well. She nodded, and then realized there was no way he could see her nodding over the phone, and spoke in that melodic voice once more.

"Well of course Mr. Solomon. How about right now?" Was it too soon? She didn't want to spook him with her eagerness to meet up with him seconds after he offered a meeting. No, she knew it would be all right, and now wouldn't come any sooner for the both of them. "I can meet you at the park..." She named off a restaurant nearby, and he seemed to know where she was talking about. She took her evening stroll there sometimes, and it would be nice to have someone with her, besides the stoic Mr. Bubbles. He was great company and all, and a most excellent listener, but he wasn't much for conversation. Lyliyana even believed Mr. Grey more suited for the latter than the tight lipped body guard.

After she finished, she absolutely did not want to say goodbye. "I shall see you shortly." She decided that was best, and yet was still quite reluctant to settled the phone on the reciever. It was one of those older phones with a cord still and all. At the moment it was her only connection to the mysterious man, and she was loathe to sever it. But she knew she must in order to actually see him again in person. After a moment of quiet contemplation, Lyliyana jumped up, practically bursting with joy. And boy did it show. She looked like noon in the middle of the hotel sweet, her smile bright and excited. She dashed across the room, looking for her sandals.

"Mr. Bubbles we have to go now! We need to go to the park so I may meet Mr. Solomon." Her tone held a near crested pitch of excitement on her first words, and she had to catch herself. It was strange she was so anxious, but then it wasn't at the same time.

Mr. Bubbles stepped out of his room, glancing to his watch. A little after midnight. It seemed a bit late to be going for a stroll, but then Lyliyana wasn't your average human being. She emerged from her room, all set and ready to go, with Mr. Grey under arm. She glowed brightly, and Mr. Bubbles cleared his throat as he moved to open the door for her. Lyliyana giggled a bit and the light subsided considerably as they made their way to the elevator.

"Oops. Thank you Mr. Bubbles. I think I'm a bit beside myself with emotion." Mr. Bubbles of course, said nothing, merely pushing the button for the ground floor as the doors closed.